Bloody Money Pt. 2

Yo, New Orleans, La, Va to Queens, I95
Where we never drive clean
But good, gotta get out the
Hood, to really make it, now we cake it
Until our whole team'll take
It to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel
Like war against God against another devil
Sustainin', now we're in Moschino, niggas
Say we changed it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose
Catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted
Let me find out, it's sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out
Let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out
Have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid
But didn't max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous
From South Carolina to DC
Yo the NC, hit Atlanta like Montana
Comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed
Than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker
In three ways
Let's sell a whole ki' in three days
The way I know the crack
Game'll have you amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink
Leche, Jose, so shake your culo
Like Merengue salsa arroz con pollo, grand
Royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut
Got niggas settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggas On the Run Eatin
No matter if they still cheatin'
The object of the game is
Just to stay leavin', hit me on the Nokio
Let me know if you still breathin, top
Grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
Up you really think you nice enough
Fuck around wit twice your luck
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in
To my niggas gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush
Take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz
They be ketchup and spoil your cake
Aiyyo it's I95, wit my niggas lost faith
Wha!

Blood money (That's what this life lead to)
Blood money (That's how my niggas bleed to)
Blood money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my niggas eat to)

Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate
And drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that so much would
Have to change up i went to games as a
Knicks fan, they had Strickland
They traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them
Shit's turning sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt
Still niggas get high and rock Queens shirts
Fiends on the block know me
For holdin b's work
Seein chips, poppin up in European whips
Exceed the speed limit
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin
Life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for being young and vulgar
Fly and gifted
Y'all niggas die over bitch shit
I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smit's, born hypocrite
Every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bag - quick deception
My first love is for bloody
Money so skip the extras

Now what's a don?, a nigga that's
A thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond
He move right and fear losin his life
Mad dimes
But never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger
Nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived
Stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough
He see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play
But a true don'll get his proper groove on
He tell the truth even when he lies
Give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god
Body, in a wide body, bubble the Five
To the S-Class, six niggas, double your size
Either come wit a plan to make it happen
Cuz sellin weight or rap pin
We still trapped in a slave mind
That keep the crackers laughin
(That's what this life lead to)